Monday, July 14, 2008

I Need a Weekend to Recover From My Weekend

I am exhausted. The entire weekend was jam-packed with places to go, people to see and things to do. Friday night, after I picked the Cub up from Scout Camp, we journeyed to a neighboring town for the first game of the All-Star tournament where we got our butts handed to us on a platter. The final score was 14-4 and I was feeling relatively confident that we would not make a come-back at the game the following day.

However, the score in Saturday’s game was much closer, so close in fact that it actually looked like we might win, thus taking second place in the league and securing a trip to the State tournament which takes place next weekend. When the Cub brought in a run, tying the game, I mentally screamed noooo!!!! Please don’t let us actually win this thing! (I only thought it, it’s not like I said it out loud, Dad).

Luckily, however, our rally was short-lived and we lost the game by four runs. And, while that might make me sound like a really poor excuse for a Sports Mom….well, yeah, I am a poor excuse for a Sports Mom but! After seeing some of those moms in action; I’m pretty damn happy with my own brand of parenting, thankyouverymuch.

Besides, the boys have been playing baseball since March; let them have a little bit of a summer break.

After the game, we headed home and relaxed for approximately an hour and a half before loading up the car and running to the drive-in to see Hancock and You Don’t Mess With the Zohan. For the record, Hancock was ok. The Zohan movie was a waste of time and good movie candy.

Yesterday, I was fully prepared to spend the day doing chores around the house but, Jana called and asked if we wanted to join her and Chris on their boat and, it was really hot and the kids were really excited about the idea so, we went.

The lake was not nearly as busy as we had expected it to be, given how hot it was, and we were able to pull the kids on the large tube as well as knee-boarding and wake boarding for a few hours before it was time to head back home where we grilled chicken legs and pork chops and watched The Spiderwick Chronicles with the children before seeing Chris and Jana off at the door.

Then I fell into a drooling coma and Hugh almost had to carry my sorry ass up the stairs.

Today, I am one sore SOB, courtesy of this:


I can’t complain, though because it was a lot of fun and, now Jana and I can boast that, no matter how hard her husband tried to knock us off the tube; he failed.

Ok, except for that one time when he sent us both skipping across the lake like stones. Thankfully, we weren’t hurt, our pride being the only casualty. Well, that and my bikini bottoms which got sucked down to my knees during the crash. Otherwise, no harm, no foul and, turns out I am remarkably fast at pulling my undies up underwater.

Who knew?

1 comment:

Diane said...

I love reading your posts, because I think you put into print the things that the rest of us (or at least me) are thinking! I am secretly not a great sports mom either.